The meaning of divination is that the divination master who travels the streets and alleys to tell fortunes, and generally does not stay in one place for a long time.
There are indeed many fortune tellers outside the gate of Kek Lok Temple, but I usually ignore them.
Since Ma Yunfeng proposed it at this time, I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
But I asked him, he was the only one in the store. If he went out with me, who would look after the store?
Ma Yunfeng was very cheerful and said to me: "What's the big deal? My little shabby shop doesn't do much business. Just let the people next to me take a look. Besides, there is a phone on the door. If I have anything to do, I will come back and catch up."
Seeing him being so interesting made me feel a little embarrassed. Then the two of us left the market and walked towards Kek Lok Si Temple.
From the folk culture market to Kek Lok Temple, it is only about two to three hundred meters, and it is a quick walk away.
As soon as we walked over, a woman strolled up to us and chatted with us with a smile.
"Young man, it's accurate to tell fortunes. It's about marriage and wealth. Let's take a look at your future career. Let's take a look, right?"
"No, no, we don't care..."
I waved my hand to refuse, then looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
This eldest sister is telling me fortunes. Can’t she see what I do?
Going further, there were several fortune tellers in twos and threes on both sides of the road, but it was cold at this time and there were far fewer fortune tellers than in the summer.
Not long after walking, another woman came, wearing a military coat and covering her head tightly. She came up to us and followed us, encouraging us.
"Young man, do your fortune telling. Don't give me money. When I see you two, you will be blessed. Let's do the fortune telling."
This woman followed her for more than twenty meters and kept nagging at her side. The two of us refused and looked around, but we didn't see the person Ma Yunfeng was talking about.
Is it because of the cold weather that the man didn't come?
At this time, the woman did not give up, and followed behind and said: "Our masters are all from Hunan. They are very good. Just go and take a look and you will know. He will know your name just by looking at you." Ming, I can tell you everything about your past and future."
The next few sentences she said were pure deception, and I didn't take them seriously at all, but the first sentence caught my attention.
A master from Hunan?
Isn’t Xiangxi the same place as Hunan?
Ma Yunfeng obviously heard the problem and asked: "What's so special about the people over there in Hunan? Is it better than here?"
The woman said in a very exaggerated tone: "That's for sure. They are from the Dharma teachings, and their methods are completely different from ours. That's great. Don't talk about you, everyone in our store is convinced. I’m convinced.”
Cheng is an amazing word. People in Harbin generally don’t say this word, so if you hear someone describe something to you in Harbin and use the word "cheng", most of them are from the area north of the Songhua River.
A few words here. I have studied this issue before. There is a saying that the Songhua River across Harbin is used as the division. The Mandarin in the Jiangnan area is better, because there are many banner people in Jiangnan who moved directly from Beijing. I brought the Chinese from old Beijing with me, so my Mandarin is more standard.
Some counties and cities in the Jiangbei region have many aborigines and families who came to Guandong very early. They are greatly influenced by the Liaobei dialect and Jilin dialect, so they have their own characteristics.
In Harbin's Mandarin, one would say "very good, good, very good, extremely good", and occasionally "thief", but never "chenghao".
In the Jiangbei area, it is common to say "Cheng", which is probably the area around Zhaodong, Zhaoyuan, Wangkui, Bayan, Qinggang, etc.
For example, if someone says "Wu Xiaofan is very handsome", the Jiangbei dialect would say "Wu Xiaofan is so handsome".
But for places farther away, such as Mudanjiang and Jixi, this adjective is basically not used.
I say this because someone asked if all Northeastern dialects say "成", so please explain, this word is not universal.
Closer to home, as soon as I heard this woman talk so confidently about how great the master was, I knew in my heart that she was probably talking about the person we were looking for.
Ma Yunfeng was also very cooperative, pretending to be ignorant and said: "Okay, since it's so awesome, let's show it to us, but how much does it cost? You tell me the number first, and we two brothers are just out for a walk. Yes, I didn’t even bring any money.”
The woman said: "Hey, no matter how much money you give, it's all for the sake of friendship. If you give me more, I'll give you more. If you don't give me less, my master won't care."
Remember, everyone, be careful with those who drag you on the street to ask for fortune telling, and they don’t even ask you for money, but they ask you for luck.
Because there is always a certain amount of money, and you can still have a certain amount of money, but the fate is different and uncountable.
But I'm not afraid of her slandering me. Anyway, we were originally going to find that person.
So I asked her to lead the way. Seeing that she had secured business, the woman happily led us not far away.
In fact, we didn’t walk very far. We just turned two corners and arrived at a store in a bungalow. I won’t say its name. It sells Buddhist tools and supplies, as well as some incense and candles, etc., against the wall. There are also some Bagua mirrors, copper coins, swords, Shanhaizhen, etc. on the shelves. In short, there is a mess of everything.
There are two rows of Buddha statues in the innermost part, and then there is a table with a person sitting inside.
This man doesn't look like a northerner at first glance. He has a rather strange face. He has a large forehead, a flat nose, a pointed chin, a bit deep eye sockets, and dark skin. He looks to be in his forties.
Moreover, the eye sockets are all black. At first glance, they look similar to those of a panda. It looks like it has stayed up for several nights without sleeping, and is squinting slightly to rest.
The two of us walked over, and the woman greeted the man inside.
"Master Gan, there are two young men who have become friends. Please show me."
When she opened her mouth, I thought she was cursing, so I was stunned for a moment. Then the woman turned around and explained with a smile: "The master's surname is Gan. Three o'clock of water and one gold. How can I say he is a master? Even his surname is It’s rare.”
I'm thinking that whether someone is tall or not has nothing to do with their last name. So according to what you said, do all people with the last name have to be great magicians?
But I just made a fuss and actually didn't say a word. I smiled with Master Gan and sat down opposite him.
If it were someone else, I might just politely tell him my story, and then be tricked by someone else, and then hand over my real information. This is all a fortune-telling routine.
But I was not polite to him and asked directly when I came up.
"Master Gan, I heard this eldest sister say that you can tell my name just by looking at me. I am very curious. Please look at me now. If you can tell me what my name is, I will be convinced."
This man was sitting upright on the chair, squinting his eyes slightly, listening to what I said, and then he opened his eyes and glanced at me.
I don’t know why, he just looked at me casually, but my body was covered in goosebumps!
